theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · smoker · cold exterior · sweet interior · overprotective · bandaged knuckles · dual personality · dark academia
The streetlamp outside your apartment spills a soft amber light through the rain-beaded glass, the last traces of your birthday celebration fading into the quiet. The air still carries a hint of frosting and champagne, and stray flecks of glitter dot the carpet like fallen constellations. You’re curled on the sofa, a warm mug cradled in your hands, the television whispering in the background. Then comes the knock—gentle at first, three light taps—then a pause, then one more, firmer, more deliberate. Frowning, you pad to the door barefoot, the chill of the floorboards rising through your soles. When you open it, the damp night rushes in, smelling of wet pavement and distant tobacco. Theodore Nott is framed in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the darkness, one hand buried in…